If you were to describe Y/N in the simplest terms possible, it'd be jaw-drop stunning, a teenage prodigy, and not to mention, filthy rich.
Completely and utterly rich. She might as well just start using bills as toilet paper.
Of course, that's not...
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🌸 c h a p t e r 8 🌸
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THE STUDENTS OF J. High pulled up to the retreat center at last. There, a few of the instructors were lined up and waiting for them upon their arrival. Two of them undoubtedly stood out to the students, but for completely opposite reasons.
"Woah, that instructor's hot," A girl marveled to her friends.
"Oh my."
"He has a nice body~"
Unfortunately, the other instructor didn't receive the same response.
"Look at him."
"He looks like a goblin, hehe."
"Ugh, I hope that pig isn't our instructor."
The handsome instructor kept a forward face, as if he was used to hearing such comments. "Instructors can be an angel or a devil all depending on how you behave. We have faith in you." He paused, "But, in order to be safe, we're going to search through your bags as protocol."
A few minutes later....
"Why is there alcohol in this Pringle's can?" One instructor raised an eyebrow.
"Hm, I wonder how that got there—"
"Why are there cigarettes in this chip bag? How did you even manage to do that?"
"I put them in and sealed it with my straightener..."
Those who were caught bringing items against policies were reprimanded accordingly. It was an funny sight to see. The instructors went down the rows of students, confiscating dozens of things along the way. Soon one of them reached Y/N, who was at the end of a line. She smiled innocently and held out her open bag with no hesitation. Inevitably, the instructor felt his heart thump and had trouble focusing.
Coughing awkwardly, he stuttered, "S-sorry Miss student, b-but cell phones aren't allowed..."
"Oh?" Y/N had a surprised expression that quickly turned into worry. "I didn't know I brought it...can't you make an exception? I'm sorry, I'm asking too much, aren't I...." The way she knitted her eyebrows and wore a pout made the instructor forget what his name even was. He blanked. "N-no—! Don't worry, I..I can make an exception.."
She looked up with a hopeful glimpse, "Really! You're so cool! Thank you!"
That poor guy... Everyone around her thought. Man just got played so hard. They couldn't blame him though.
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